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    The First Time (7)

    Thirty minutes later, Tina found herself in an unfamiliar neighbourhood, trying to find her way. It was dark, and she was bad at directions. Especially when going just on memory alone. Finally, she found the driveway she was looking for, and pulled in. There was a light on inside, and though she normally would have had second thoughts, she was firm in her decision. She walked up the dark pathway to the door, and rang the bell.
    It was a few moments before the door swung open and a woman appeared in the dim dusk light. The light filtering out from the house wasn’t enough for her to recognise Tina. A light flicked on.
    "…Tina?" Bette said, as she slowly opened the screen door. Tina moved to the side so the door could be opened completely. 
    Bette stepped down from the doorway onto the porch, "Is everything okay?" Tina could see the genuine concern in her eyes.
    Tina moved forward and took the door from Bette and opened it wider, indicating that she would like to come inside. Bette backed up, and stepped back inside the house, both concerned and confused. Tina took the door from Bette and closed it behind her, leaning against it. Bette’s eyebrows knitted in question, and she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Tina felt overwhelmed by how beautiful she looked. She was wearing no make-up, and her loose curls were pulled back into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She was wearing an old, cheap tank top, and a pair of lounging pants that rested perfectly on her hips.
    Tina moved forward quickly, practically throwing herself at Bette. She gripped her shoulders and firmly planted her lips on Bette’s. She thrust her tongue into Bette’s mouth as she felt her long, slender fingers dance their way up her back and into her hair. Bette’s hands rested on either side of Tina’s neck, her thumbs stroking her cheeks. This time, though, it was Bette to pull away.
    "Tina…" she trailed off and she held Tina’s face and looked deeply into her hazel eyes, searching.
    Tina was breathing heavily, and she pulled Bette back toward her, breathing, "I want you," into Bette’s open mouth.
    "Are yo–"
    "Now." Tina interrupted her. She used her grip on Bette’s shoulders to guide her further into the house. But she didn’t know where the bedroom was.
    Bette stopped kissing her once again and looked at her for a moment, then spun her around and began guiding her through the house.
    Tina was pulling at Bette now, running her hands up and down Bette’s sides and back. She felt her back bump up against something solid, as Bette pushed her against a wall near an open doorway.
    Bette’s mouth trailed down Tina’s neck as she tugged on her hair and pulled her head back, exposing as much of her neck as possible. Tina let out a quiet moan and rested her hands on Bette’s shoulders as she kissed her way down Tina’s chest.
    Bette hovered near the collar of Tina’s shirt, tugging it down slightly and kissing the top of her cleavage. Tina grabbed a clump of hair on either side of Bette’s head and brought her face back up to hers.
    "Now." She repeated breathily.

    Comments

    1. Wow! are these two ever on the same page. TIna needs to slow down and talk. Having sex isn’t the answer here. Yes, she’s confused as most straight people are when they realize that life had thrown them a curve ball. But, there are those who are built this way that sex gives them the answers they seek. Good luck, Bette… good luck, Tina…

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